Lemme give you a clue, color- color it blue
Calling- calling you fool, lemme let it sink through
I’ma- I’ma come through, like a fucking typhoon
I’ma come though, show you, show you what’s new
I come with venison, my cooking the reason
My recent commissions fly off it like visions
High off adhesion, these rhymes so sublime
They carry themselves beyond space time
My wording so carefully chosen
So snare-fully posed, so daring composing
To air you for posing, to wake you from dozing
Frequencies Moses, commandment just know it
I imbibe these rhymes with the illest of finds
Feel it, killing the time, bill it into the night
Fill it, minute, ink quill, pen it til’ I’m sick, ill
Running like a treadmill, I continue it, still
Emphatically sew this, I’m threading my future
Amphetamines focus, I’m dreading your future
Study, just know this, I work to be GOAT-ed
My anger in check, but I still can be goaded
Yo, check the parameters, no respect for these amateurs
No connections, expecting perfection, giving them damages
I’ma need it better, we beefing over the cheese
That’s sandwiches n*****
You just triggered the man, triggered the method
Disfigured the channel, the sicker the signal
To signify, I’m sick of these n*****s’ vibe
Vie, to get the pie, then ride to get the bigger slice
This the slide, divine, I’m climbing this high
If the sky is my sidewalk
Y’all can chill with the jive and the side talk
I’m alive, like Frankenstein, I think it’s time
To paint your mind like ancient times
They came in line to kiss the ring
Cuz it’s their king
I shine on flows like Mr Clean
I’m allergic to all you little rappers
You so backwards, I’m an antihistamine
Look fam, I instantly say something
And I answer my legacy and my history
I’m an interdimensional portable vortex
I’m gore, like the foreign shore to a war vet
You more like a four door Ford
And I’m more like the gas to the floorboard of a Corvette
Where your boys at?
I been ready to pop, since you ready to die
And big fucked, heavy as Pac
Machete to chop the hands off a thief
Stealing from me? Then you must got a death wish
Failure is something I never accepted
Betrayal is something I never expected
I analyze the situation, then I switch the method
Cash rules everything around me, that’s the method
Life is a bitch, man, this shit could get domestic
Run this whole verse back, you might get the message
King
Calling- calling you fool, lemme let it sink through
I’ma- I’ma come through, like a fucking typhoon
I’ma come though, show you, show you what’s new
I come with venison, my cooking the reason
My recent commissions fly off it like visions
High off adhesion, these rhymes so sublime
They carry themselves beyond space time
My wording so carefully chosen
So snare-fully posed, so daring composing
To air you for posing, to wake you from dozing
Frequencies Moses, commandment just know it
I imbibe these rhymes with the illest of finds
Feel it, killing the time, bill it into the night
Fill it, minute, ink quill, pen it til’ I’m sick, ill
Running like a treadmill, I continue it, still
Emphatically sew this, I’m threading my future
Amphetamines focus, I’m dreading your future
Study, just know this, I work to be GOAT-ed
My anger in check, but I still can be goaded
Yo, check the parameters, no respect for these amateurs
No connections, expecting perfection, giving them damages
I’ma need it better, we beefing over the cheese
That’s sandwiches n*****
You just triggered the man, triggered the method
Disfigured the channel, the sicker the signal
To signify, I’m sick of these n*****s’ vibe
Vie, to get the pie, then ride to get the bigger slice
This the slide, divine, I’m climbing this high
If the sky is my sidewalk
Y’all can chill with the jive and the side talk
I’m alive, like Frankenstein, I think it’s time
To paint your mind like ancient times
They came in line to kiss the ring
Cuz it’s their king
I shine on flows like Mr Clean
I’m allergic to all you little rappers
You so backwards, I’m an antihistamine
Look fam, I instantly say something
And I answer my legacy and my history
I’m an interdimensional portable vortex
I’m gore, like the foreign shore to a war vet
You more like a four door Ford
And I’m more like the gas to the floorboard of a Corvette
Where your boys at?
I been ready to pop, since you ready to die
And big fucked, heavy as Pac
Machete to chop the hands off a thief
Stealing from me? Then you must got a death wish
Failure is something I never accepted
Betrayal is something I never expected
I analyze the situation, then I switch the method
Cash rules everything around me, that’s the method
Life is a bitch, man, this shit could get domestic
Run this whole verse back, you might get the message
King
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